Another Long Overdue Apology.

Remember this post?
Remember this postscript?

Yeah, well, nevermind.

Over the Christmas break, on a whim, I sat down and watched RENT; the movie on Widescreen on my parents lovely HD, ginormous screen. In one sitting. With no bathroom break. Absolutely mesmerized.

I was won over by "Light My Candle" and also particularly loved "The Tango Maureen" too. ("Light My Candle" reminds me of how my recent ex used to flirt with me in the bars. And my absolute inability to respond in any sort of coherent, charming, confident way.)
Also, I dug "Santa Fe".
Also, Mimi's section of "Another Day".
Also, "Out Tonight".
Also, "Rent".
Also, "You'll See".

You'll note that I am much fonder of the first act than the second. I recognize that the ending with Mimi's pseudo-death is a little maudlin and I'm not entirely on board with the whole concept that Roger is some sort of master musician. Maybe that's more a reflection of my lack of respect for "Rock and Roll" guys.

Anyways, I loved it.
I watched it on Friday night.

On Saturday, I bought the soundtrack from Itunes. (I listened to the Broadway recording and decided that I actually like Rosario Dawsons voice much more than the original Mimi's. So, I bought the extended Movie Soundtrack.

Saturday afternoon, I bought a used copy of the movie on sale from a Louisville resale shop.

On Tuesday, I spent two hours on the movie's blog site, watching videos of the cast, talking about the show.

Next week, I'm buying Anthony Rapp's book about the process of bringing the play to the stage.

I guess you could say that I jumped in about as deeply as I possibly could, over the holiday weekend. It's a little embarrassing, actually. Basically, I've been walking around all Christmas break looking like these adorable tikes. Only I have my ipod playing in my ears and am only mouthing the words.



Speaking of Rosario Dawson, she owns me, heart and soul and erection. Her turn as Gail in Sin City, both excited and terrified me. (Oh yes, I noticed in the making of materials that Ms. Dawson is a comics nerd. She already knew the material before her agent approached her. Duly noted, Ms. Dawson. Duly Noted.)

According to IMDB, she's also co-created a comic book and her uncle was a comics artist.

Also, she appears to be single, as of November 2006. (Rosario, when you see this and I KNOW you will, call me. I am ready to be your kept man.)

I also suspect that she's a sexual superfreak. I willingly give myself over to the injuries that I would take on, tangling with this little filly. Scratch My Back. Bite My Neck. Crush Me With Your Thighs, you... um. Excuse Me. I seem to have gotten a little off track there.

Suffice it to say, Rosario Dawson is my new Crush. Big time.

Let's get back to the meat of this entry. The forthcoming apology. Here goes!

To The Many, Many, Many People Who Passionately Tried To Convince Me To Listen to "RENT" back in college, Despite My Repeated Diatribes About Why I Never Would "Listen to that Pop-Rock Crap!",

I am sorry.
You were right.
I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Just about as wrong as I could've been.
It's wonderful.
Sorry that it took me almost nine years before I sat down and gave it a try.
I really, really liked it.

Let us Consider This Matter Closed.

Singing Along in The BackSeat of the Car,
Mr.B

PS. Want to get a taste of what I'm talking about? Check out this clip of Rosario Dawson and Some Guy singing this song about how badly she wants to make mad, crazy monkey love to me. Every time she says, "light my candle", imagine her saying, "give me a weekend-long orgasm." That's what I do.
Enjoy.